The Circus Bear

I hate the spectacle that makes a man of beast. How can money make such a beast of man! A bear in a tutu dancing for youyou, balancing on a ball, riding a bicycle for a biscuit, and [I imagine] bearing the whip, caged by drunken clowns with their pants down, and a man in a top hat twiddling his mustache belongs in the woods. It’s the twenty-first century: clowns are sad and the top hat is out.